Thinking of a new title soooon..

The Voices of Mary

It was unthinkable. Mary was lying on the ground, barely making a sound. With out really thinking, I launched myself at him.

LEAVE HER ALONE!

I ghosted right through him, falling to the floor. Even though it was pointless, I jumped through him again, landing on the floor next to Mary.

She had stopped breathing. I wasn't sure of what to do. I heard the man starting to turn to run away. Dark red surrounded Mary, getting on my paws and tail, some how.

All of a sudden it felt like something inside of me broke. It felt as if a string from the tip of my bone head to the tip of my pitch black tail had been cut.

She was dead. I could feel it.

I felt the ground beneath me harden and I felt more real  and this time, when I leaped at the man running down the hall, he fell.

I swiped at his legs, and jumping to scratch his hands to drop the black tube he held. He kept making the short thunder noise and my ears rang, and then I fell into a wave black.

* * * * *

I was in a white mist, floating not really doing anything.

I was sort of just existing. I herd a single voice call out.

Hello?  Help please?

I felt the ground solidify beneath me, and the mist lifted. Nothing but white floor and Silverslow              in the sky.

"Hello again!" I herd a small voice yell.

Jumping around, I saw Mary. She was much smaller, looking as she did when she was a child, with a blue shirt so big it fell to her knees, hugging a Wanderer who looked exactly like me, but with tiny horns.

It looked like one of the first times I ever met Mary.

"Look! Mommy says they're raspberries." I turned seeing a slightly older Mary, shoving very  unripe blackberries in her mouth, with a very concerned looking, short-horned me sitting next to her.

More voices echoed around me. All of them sounded like Mary.

Looking around, there were thousands of us- Mary and I, together, with her at different ages, and me looking almost the same.

"Hello, again."

I turned, and this Mary was all alone, walking and kneeling in front of me.

Mary dissolved into mist before she could touch me, reminding me once more: Mary was dead.

The rest also became mist as I started crying. Mary was all gone, forever. I would never see her again. How was I not dead? Or maybe I was, and this was the punishment for not saving her?

I felt a low hum, deep in my bones.

I was standing in a room that was dark, and flecks of Silverslow was inside the black, and clusters of them were everywhere. I was standing on a silver plate, and it felt like I was in the sky.

Then one of the flecks of Silverslow fell.

It was a small fall, not very fast, and it stopped right in front of me. Inside, I could make out a small figure.

"Hello? Hello? Are you still there?

A little soul collector appeared as the light of the Slowsilver became its shape. It seemed to have heard me, and was trying to find me.

And then it opened its eyes, and light flooded everywhere like water until everything became nothing.

* * * * * *

I woke up laying on the steps to a temple like structure, one I had seen only once before before.

The shrine. I was back inside of the Spirit Realm.

"Hello?" A familiar voice called out.

There, on the shrine steps, was the little Soul Collector who I had seen before, filling the room with light.

"Hello." I said back. She must have not noticed me before, though I don't know how. She probably couldn't see me in the shadow.

"AAA-m hello!" She said, suddenly out of breath. There was a slightly awkward silence

"Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves." She said at last, slightly shaky.

"Hi, I'm Fallout, what's your name?" I was a little surprised she asked my name, so I said nothing.

"Don't be shy!"

"I'm a Wanderer, we don't have names."

"Oh."

She seemed a little hesitant on the next question.

"Where are we?"

I turned around and started walking inside, with Fallout behind me. I called to her over my shoulder, a hushed whisper, saying what I was told every time I came.

"Inside the Crystal Cocoon. Where the music first began, and where it will end."